The Trespasser, by D.H. Lawrence

Chapter 18

Siegmund had shaved and dressed, and come down to breakfast. Mrs Curtiss brought in the coffee. She
was a fragile little woman, of delicate, gentle manner.

‘The water would be warm this morning,’ she said, addressing no one in particular.

Siegmund stood on the hearth-rug with his hands behind him, swaying from one leg to the other. He was embarrassed
always by the presence of the amiable little woman; he could not feel at ease before strangers, in his capacity of
accepted swain of Helena.

‘It was,’ assented Helena. ‘It was as warm as new milk.’

‘Ay, it would be,’ said the old lady, looking in admiration upon the experience of Siegmund and his beloved. ‘And
did ye see the ships of war?’ she asked.